The quiet girl in the corner can turn into the hero of the century;
That girl, was her.
The woman on the speaker was droning on,
when the man came racing in
with a flash of silver
protruding from his pocket.
Seeing the event unfold
from the sidelines,
she ran as if the world was about to explode
and she was the only one
who could stop it.
But the damage was done,
the woman was now screeching
into the phone.
But it was too late.
He cradled her in his arms,
the blood dribbling
down his palms,
he was bidding her farewell.
But she felt completely empty,
numb,
frozen to the bone,
as she disappeared
into the unknown.
If only the woman had put her hands out
to stop him,
and the girl in the corner would have seen
another day.
